Our honor is called loyalty. Saxon Code.
Faithfulness is stronger than fire. Epic of the Nibelungen.
to the island of Paros where it rests Belit-Seri, have received news of the assassination in Athens, Hipparchus, the brother of the tyrant Hippias
that is Harmodius killed him, the beautiful young lover Aristogiton. Some say that lovers organized a conspiracy to end the tyranny of Hippias, others, that being insulted in public for the brothers to "departs little women" have taken revenge. The Merchant of Thebes in Boeotia that the news has said: the truth is, that the tyrant and his brother was in love with the young Harmodius and to be rejected out of loyalty to her lover, jealousy, have finished with them. Harmodius has been sentenced to death and Aristogiton, tortured in order to obtain the identity of other conspirators, they said had been stabbed at the end of Hippias.
In the Temple of Fides, the goddess of the word, Athenians are erecting statues Aristogiton Harmodius and, as a proxy for loyalty. And also, in honor of the supreme service which every good citizen of Rome should offer those who struggle and end up with tyrants, for the salvation of the "civitas."
They are in the Islands of the Blest, next to Achilles in Hades, with virtuous souls.
Belit For now, think that marriage is not "cum aliquo habere rationem."
not know where it goes. All your love have fled roads full of laughter. How has it changed everything! Has sinister vision. And colors will not start past. He hopes that will always born daisies at the foot of the weeping willows.
has fallen asleep in the bow of the ship that takes you to Attica. A dream captures the time-out. Is telling a beautiful woman he has met in Euboea : Fear not! I'll stay with you and will tell stories that keep a long time. Well, "he replied," it is over walking as strays. Next to me, you mourn comfortably.
Yes, my beloved. Take care of your body, beautiful garden of light that comes from a dream emerald. Hear the heartbeat of honeysuckle, the mystery of her beauty. Among birch trees, the wind off the mountain, will be the echo of my kisses I cry at the door of your secret.
Okay, "replies the beautiful Diana, but mostly closed the garden gate where all your love die earlier. Let him cry willow branches on the daisies of remembrance.
marriages before the goddess Fides, seem to ensure the fidelity of the spouses. Belit, thinks: Fidelity not be bought or sold, is the daughter of a noble spirit.
Belit
